Why we love our Nursery School

Tomorrow is Archie’s last day at Nursery School this school year. Archie loves his class- he wakes up in the morning and asks me if it’s a school day, and then invites me to play with him at his school (although he generally adds a preference for Daddy or Mateo’s mom, whom he says are both great chasers). While Carter is learning outside the realm of traditional school, Archie is too, at his play-based, developmentally appropriate wonderland.

In honor of his last day, I’m including a few of our favorite pictures of this year at “school.”

He’s chased bubbles.

He’s climbed through windows. (Without a grown-up saying, “Be careful you don’t fall down!”)

He’s followed friends through windows.

I love this school (and the school Carter attended) because they honor who children are. They treasure their ability to find new ways to use old things, the imagination that turns an ice cube into a submarine and the learning that happens when you put kids next to empty boxes. Most importantly, I love these schools because they nourish the joy that comprises the soul of childhood.